Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1887-11-04

hands in his pockets, and walked
away, whistiinS "Mulligan Guards"
while Bob, with parting scowl. quite
equally divided between the girl, the
dog and Tad himself, ran hastily across
the street, and disappeared up the near
est alley.
(which way might you be going.
miss?" asked Tad, with great polite
ness. as Miss Polly F1agg. looking ex-
tremely relieved, made preparations
for departure by cuddling the small
dog securely in her arms.
"Down to Commercial wharf, where
our vessel lies, was the unhesitating
answer. my father is Captain Jethro
Flagg, and I'm Polly Flagg," contin-
ued Miss Polly, vaguely conscious that
some sort of introduction was the
proper thing, under all the circum-
stances.
My name is Tad-I mean Thaddeus
-Thorne, and I'm from Philadelphia"
said Tad, wishing that his jacket was
less threadbare and his shoes were
whole, as he glanced at the simple but
neat dress of his companion. whose
face was completely overshadowed by
n deep calico sun-bonnet shaped like
the tilt of market wagon.
"Oh!' returned Polly, and then, in
stead Of speaking of the weather, or
asking Tad how he liked Boston, Polly
plunged headlong into personal ex-
PLANTATION: 1.-The cook wasn't well this
morning." she began, $50 had to go
to market. for father was uptown. And
while was hurrying back through
LOWS Lane, because it was nearer,
those horrid boys chased the poor little
dog that had got lost, and he ran to
me so pitiful," said Polly, bending over
the small animal in her arms until It
was completely eclipsed by the sun
bonnet. THAT / caught him up, and
said they shouldn't have him. Then
you came along, and-rm ever SO
much obliged"
The abrupt wind-up, though little
incoherent, was perfectly satisfactory
to Tad.
Hell be nice little dog after he's
washed" Tad remarked, patting the
pup to cover his embarrassment, for
Tad wasn't used to thanks, particularly
from girls. II guess he's Newfound-
land" he continued, with knowing
glance at the animars ears ana paws,
land they're first-class water-dogs, you
know"
Polly nodded, and. after a short
pause, looked curiously at the hand
some travelling sachel in Tad's harG.
"You don't belong to any of those
vesselsP" she asked, inquiringly. For
they had crossed busy Commercial
street, and were walking along the
platform on the water front, where the
pedestrian looks down upon the bewil-
dering maze Of masts. spars and cord
age belonging to the coasting and fish
ing craft huddled in the basin between
the two wharves.
NO" replied Tad, in low voice.
He could not tell her that he belonged
to nOthing-to no one, as he mentally
expressed it. 1t would make him seem
like sort of vagrant, youthful tramp.
Nor did he-to Polly's secret disap-
pointment-account for his possession
OF the handsome little travelling sachel,
with its silver mountings, at which
Polly had cast admiring glances.
81 hope he came by it honestly"
thought Polly, and then was ashamed
OF the ungenerous self-suggestion.
Yet, l am afraid it fingered uncon-
sciously in her mind. for she had in the
flush of her gratitude decided she would
ask Tad to take dinner with herself and
Captain Flagg, on board the MARY j."
But as they reached the end of Com
mercial wharf, where the "Mary j."
was moored, Polly hesitated little.
"Iou can come aboard, if you like"
she said; but Tad, who noticed her al
most impcrceptible change of manner